Drunk.A Poem by Friendly Neighborhood ScumI write when I'm sad.
Heartbreak and Homicide taking pills, cyanide.
Heart ache and cocaine, take a shot to the brain. Hurt and broken like a bottle in the street. I get drunk and make stupid decisions. Writing lines when I'd rather be doing them. Living in the past that I was never apart of. I get drunk and make stupid incisions. © 2017 Friendly Neighborhood ScumAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on January 3, 2017 Last Updated on January 3, 2017 AuthorFriendly Neighborhood ScumCAAboutI'm 31. I’m living. The end. "I envy what I hate, Happiness" more.. |

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